Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Lithuania and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Echo & the Bunnymen to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
the Association,
Chris Corsano,
Theoretical Girls,
Von Mondo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ponytail,
Sixth Finger,
Darondo,
kango's stein massive,
Camouflage,
Bootsy Collins,
Fat Boys,
ABBA,
B.T. Express,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Funky Four + One,
Ten City,
Banda Bassotti,
Alton Ellis,
Niagra,
Slick Rick,
a-ha,
Marvin Gaye,
Roxette,
The Human League,
Freddie Wadling,
The American Breed,
Tres Demented,
Eve St. Jones,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pagans,
Jawbox,
Rapeman,
the Human League,
June of 44,
Rotary Connection,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Josef K,
Davy DMX,
Michelle Simonal,
Kayak,
Juan Atkins,
Negative Approach,
The Techniques,
Sister Nancy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Infiniti,
Tim Buckley,
Con Funk Shun,
Crooked Eye,
Spoonie Gee,
Rhythm & Sound,
Second Layer,
The Birthday Party,
Gang Starr,
Ornette Coleman,
Scratch Acid,
Pantytec,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Buzzcocks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Raincoats,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.